Fabulous article by Reif Larsen –I laughed out loud–
https://www.nytimes.com/2016/06/05/travel/family-holidays-parenting-fatherhood.html

Fabulous article by Reif Larsen –I laughed out loud–
https://www.nytimes.com/2016/06/05/travel/family-holidays-parenting-fatherhood.html
I lie here on my pink puffy bed in my pink silky pajamas, or pink flannel depending on my mood (the only thing you can bank on is that there will be chocolate smeared somewhere on my attire), with my pink feathered pen, writing my most delicious daydreams. Funny? Sometimes. Scandalous? Hopefully. Inspiring? Perhaps. Full of love? Always.
Welcome to my World.
Tonight, my little clever girl was sitting in her ballet pink leotard and tights telling me how she needed to start taking ballet again so she could be in The Nutcracker next Christmas. She knows exactly which characters she wants to be. “The little girls wearing tutus carrying baby dolls, not the little girls that do yoga.” It was bedtime, so I said, “Let’s clean up your nursery before bed.” Annabelle: “Mom, I don’t really like to clean up. It’s…
I played a Backpacker in a Commercial Before I Became One
Some of you may be wondering why I write so much about fairies. That would be because I have fairy blood. That might seem crazy but it’s true. First of all, I’ve always suspected there was magic running through my veins, so I was hardly surprised when I found out I actually was a descendant of the fairies. I performed as Peasblossom in Midsummer Night’s Dream at the Globe in LA and I met some wonderful people and most importantly,…
The only coat Henry will consent to wearing is Annabelle’s red Santa coat. He calls it “Ho-Ho.” “Ho-Ho” is one of his favorite words because, in his mind, Ho-Ho is Santa, and he loves anything that even remotely resembles Santa. Any guy with a beard is a “Ho-Ho.” Any person wearing red is “Ho-Ho.” He wore the red Ho-Ho coat to music class at Loyola. Annabelle insisted on wearing her Cinderella dress complete with light-up glass slippers she can barely…
So now, it was 2am in the middle of a remote forest in Norway, with snow so deep it could swallow me whole, and I’m riding on the back of a young man, surrounded by thick pine trees soaring straight into the sky. It was cold, and a little scary, but the adventure of it all outweighed the fear.
There are songs and poems and endless legends about rainbows, and I love them all. In fact, I consider myself a bit of a rainbow connoisseur. I have seen my fair share of rainbows, but nothing prepared me for the day we saw thirteen rainbows in one day on the Isle of Skye in Scotland. THIRTEEN! My best friend, Kim and I were fairy hunting and researching my ancestry on the Isle of Skye. (This was 1995 before the internet,…